“I very nearly kicked him out of the house, so that ‘not—er—quite’ is hardly the right way of putting it.” The speech was lost upon Tanaroff, who went on: “Well, sir, he insists on your taking back your words.” “Yes, yes,” chimed in the lanky Von Deitz, who kept shifting the position of his feet, like a stork. Sanine smiled. “Take them back? How can I do that? ‘As uncaged bird is spoken word!’” Too perplexed to reply, Tanaroff looked Sanine full in the face. “What evil eyes he has!” thought the latter. “This is no joking matter,” began Tanaroff, looking flushed and angry. “Are you prepared to retract your words, or are you not?” Sanine at first was silent. “What an utter idiot!” he thought, as he took a chair and sat down. “Possibly I might be willing to retract my words in order to please and pacify Sarudine,” he began, speaking seriously, “the more so as I attach not the slightest importance to them. But, in the first place, Sarudine, being a fool, would not understand my motive, and, instead of holding his tongue, would brag about it. In the second place, I thoroughly dislike Sarudine, so that, under these circumstances, I don’t see that there is any sense in my retractation.” “Very well, then…” hissed Tanaroff through his teeth. Von Deitz stared in amazement, and his long face turned yellow. “In that case…” began Tanaroff, in a louder and would-be threatening tone. Sanine felt fresh hatred for the fellow as he looked at his narrow forehead and his tight breeches. “Yes, yes, I know all about it,” he interrupted. “But one thing, let me tell you; I don’t intend to fight Sarudine.” Von Deitz turned round sharply. Tanaroff drew himself up, and said in a tone of contempt. “Why not, pray?” Sanine burst out laughing. His hatred had vanished as swiftly as it had come. “Well, this is why. First of all, I have no wish to kill Sarudine, and secondly, I have even less desire to be killed myself.” “But …” began Tanaroff scornfully. “I won’t, and there’s an end of it!” said Sanine, as he rose. “Why, indeed? I don’t feel inclined to give you any explanation. That were too much to expect, really!” Tanaroff’s profound contempt for the man who refused to fight a duel was blended with the implicit belief that only an officer could possibly possess the pluck and the fine sense of honour necessary to do such a thing. That is why Sanine’s refusal did not surprise him in the least; in fact, he was secretly pleased. “That is your affair,” he said, in an unmistakably contemptuous tone, “but I must warn you that …” Sanine laughed. “Yes, yes, I know, but I advise Sarudine not to …” “Not to—what?” asked Tanaroff, as he picked up his cap from the window-sill. “I advise him not to touch me, or else I’ll give him such a thrashing that …” “Look here!” cried Von Deitz, in a fury. “I’m not going to stand this… You … you are simply laughing at us. Don’t you understand that to refuse to accept a challenge is … is …”